.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ as known, the one rule that was accepted was : no pogue on pogue macking. everyone stood by it and ensured not to break it, however, until a certain someone came along.

you had moved to the outer banks when you were fifteen, when your father had received a work trip there that could turn your life upside down. though, what was not planned is that your dad had decided to permanently live there, judging by that your relationship with either your parents' side is not that much of a bond, and you were quite happy with it. how could you refuse a life where you lived by the beach?

and also, wanting to stay by your friends, the pogues. in your home country you hadn't really experienced any type of friendships that brought you this closure and the kind of people who were willing to take risks and really have fun.

until you started developing a crush. on who? obviously JJ. it wouldn't go away, no matter how hard you tried, to the point you started maladaptive daydreaming constantly. in any place, any state, any time, always daydreaming about him. and of course, with the pushing of sarah after you told her, you let your feelings get the best of you even though you had massive doubts. you'd caught JJ chilling at the chateau by himself while the others were setting up stuff inside, and straight up told him, which.. surprisingly worked for your favour.

though, no gestures were actually exhanged, it was all very surfaced, not that you complained, at least you knew he loved you back.

you were all in twinkie, heading for some pizza place as a weekend hang out idea. music was blasting through the speakers as you were in your own world, cheek pressed up against the back of the passenger seat as you stared outside emptily, until you noticed a hand nudging your knee. JJ reached his hand from behind the car seat for you to hold, and it wasn't enough how many letters in the english language that could describe how strong the butterfly erruption was in your stomach.